time has brought back her children.

The desires for the unknown life of the city had stolen them.

Now her laughs and her joking flourish again.

The wish awakens in her to invite everybody around.

 

Her corn plants have flourished this year like never before.

All the potatoes and multicoloured tubers will be hard to harvest.

There are grains in abundance, the birds are satisfied,

Everything follows the rhythm of the earth.

 

Our cooking fire is the altar to abundance.

The aliments shall not express the littleness of the soul.

Our love shall expand to everyone.

The depth of its wisdom grows new shoots.

 

The vital forces of the commoners have been renewed in the celebration,

The horns played a sweeter sound,

Chicha (corn) had the people sing its glorious songs of healing,

And the stars are cheerful.

 

My mother’s eternal years are laughing and dancing,

Just like at her blossoming eighteen years .

Her coca has become sweeter and powerful .

She drew on her astral cigar and understood the sweetness of existence.